Chapter 7
HARLOW
We were barely inside the door of Archer's apartment before Boner dragged his lips over mine. He bracketed my hips with his hands and pulled me to him, our chests bumping together. His tongue slid between my lips, mine tangled with his, tasting the tang of tomatoes and garlic with a hint of beer.
Cass stepped around beside me and gripped the zipper of my dress, dragging it down slowly. The straps slid down my arms, stopping when they reached Boner's wrists.
"You have the most incredible nipples," Boner remarked, leaning back to get a good look.
"Yours aren't so bad yourself," I told him, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt but leaving his tie in place. When I had enough undone, I slipped my hands inside, over his taut abs. Up his chest to tease his nipples.
Jules stepped past us, glancing down at my chest. Then back to my face. "I should…" He started inching away.
"You can stay if you want," I told him. I wanted him here, but if he was uncomfortable with us, I'd let him go. The choice had to be his.
His tongue slid over his lower lip.
"Maybe I'll stick around for a while."
I gave him a smile as Boner lifted his hands from my hips and let my dress fall to the floor.
"Commando," he remarked, taking in my bare pussy.
"In that dress? Of course." I nodded down towards the puddle on the floor.
"If I knew that, I would have come in my pants while we were having dinner," Cass said, before instantly regretting his words. Red crept up his neck and across his face.
Boner leaned over to pat his shoulder. "Same, bro. Same."
"Figures you're a two-pump chump," Jules said, directing the remark to Boner. Either ignoring or oblivious to the fact he basically insulted his brother as well.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Boner said, clearly not offended. "Have you seen this woman? Who wouldn't be crazy aroused by her? I get hard looking at her little finger.” He grabbed my hand and held it up to show everyone. "I mean, look at that finger." He gestured toward it with his hand.
"It's just a finger," I said with a laugh.
Boner brought it to his lips and kissed it. "It's a beautiful finger, like the rest of you." He paused for a moment before saying, "The rest of you is beautiful, you're not a finger."
Without warning, he ducked down, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me over to the couch.
I only managed a squeak of protest and then he was putting me down and kneeling between my legs. There was no protest left in me when he lowered his face to my pussy and started to devour me like I was second dessert.
Cass sat down on one side of me and, to my surprise, Jules sat down on the other. Both with hungry gazes. When Cass lowered his mouth to trace circles around my nipples, Jules looked like he wanted to do the same.
"It's okay," I told him. "I want you to touch me."
He hesitated for a moment longer, before reaching out and running the pad of his thumb over my other nipple, making it hard enough to slice through his skin.
I quivered. Both brothers touching me in such a sensitive place sent heat straight down to my core. It pooled there, rising with every stroke of Boner's tongue.
"I'm starting to think I'm in the wrong job," Archer said, his voice low and husky. "I should move into writing and directing adult entertainment."
He certainly seemed to be enjoying what he was watching. His suit pants were open, pushed down far enough for him to wrap his fingers around his cock. He stroked it gently and slowly. His jaw clenched like he was trying to hold himself back, while his body desperately sought release.
Slowly, Boner lifted his mouth off me and turned to look at Archer. "Are you saying I should have been a porn star?" He grinned and quickly turned back to lavish more attention on my clit.
"No way," Cass said, lifting his mouth off me and replacing it with his fingers. "I'm not sharing her with the rest of the world."
"There's more than enough porn on the internet as there is," Archer said.
"How much is there?" Jules asked, giving him a sideways glance as if daring him to answer the question.
"Enough," was Archer's response. Either he didn't have an approximate number or that wasn't a priority right now. Possibly both.
Apparently Jules was satisfied with that answer because he looked away, returning his attention to my nipple. That little nub of skin and nerves seemed to be the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. His gaze was intent there.
Any other time I might have asked him if he'd never seen a nipple before, but I didn't want to spar with him right now. There were other things I wanted to do. Not to mention the blood was rushing out of my brain, through my body and into my core.
Who needed to think when you could feel?
I leaned back and half-closed my eyes. Ground myself against Boner's stubble, pushing me hard and fast towards orgasm.
I came with a cry, rolling my hips harder as I was swallowed whole by a wave of bliss. Compounded by Cass's mouth on my nipple and Jules pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. It hurt, but in the best way.
All four of them hesitated, glancing at each other before Cass sat up straight and took charge.
He regarded his brother for a moment before saying, "Archer, come here and fuck her."
Archer quickly shed the rest of his clothes and took Boner's place in front of me. He gripped my waist and pulled me onto his cock, sliding into me in one smooth stroke.
"Boner," Cass said, his eyes dark. He shed his own clothes and gestured for the Englishman to kneel in front of him while he perched beside me.
"Yes, Cass?" Boner asked, his eyes shining.
Cass smirked, knowing Boner understood what he was asking. "Suck my dick."
"With pleasure," Boner placed his hands on Cass' thighs and all but swallowed his cock.
Jules muttered something about Cass being a bossy prick, but then he was undoing the front of his own pants and wrapping his fingers around his cock.
"Don't work yourself too much," his younger brother told him. "You're going to fuck Harlow next."
Jules' whole body jerked. I thought he was going to come then and there. He opened his mouth like he might argue with Cass, but shrank back again.
He wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him.
I raised my legs and placed my feet to either side of me on the couch, opening me wider so Archer could drive in deeper.
"Fuck, Harlow," he said breathlessly. His thrusts became harder and faster—frantic, like this might be the last chance we'd ever have for him to be inside me.
The deliberate, contained man was gone for now, replaced by urgency. Almost like he was acutely aware of our mortality. Seeing Gammage lying there dead tonight might have reminded him, but he wasn't unaware in the first place.
I didn't know when he started killing, but it was long enough ago that he knew each day could be his last.
I moaned and whispered his name. I wanted all of him as far inside me as he could get; deeper, harder, more.
"Just like that," I whispered as he hit all the way inside my pussy, smashing his way into me over and over.
"Come inside her," Cass ordered, his voice as breathless as mine. His eyes were half closed, watching me, while Boner sucked and licked his cock and stroked his balls. His whole body was tense like he was just about to shatter.
"Come inside him," I managed to say right before another orgasm hit me. This one tearing through me like wildfire, igniting me until I was ready to burn down to ashes.
I tilted my head back and screamed at the ceiling, my cries mingling with Archer’s, then Cass' as they both came apart.
My head finally cleared as Boner slid his mouth off Cass' cock with a pop.
"That was hot,” Boner said.
"Yeah, it was," Jules said agreed, his voice strained.
Then he was trading places with Archer. Pulling me off the couch and turning me around so I lay across the couch cushions, my ass to him.
He gripped my hips and drove himself all the way to the hilt, hard enough to hurt us both.
I cried out in pain and surprise, mixed with a healthy hint of pleasure.
"You like it rough?" He leaned forward to whisper in my ear. When I hummed my agreement, he slapped his hand down on my ass so hard it stung.
I cried out again. He slapped me once, twice, harder each time. Hard enough that tears sprang to my eyes, but I didn't pull away.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back, holding them with one hand while he pounded into me.
"Tell me you hate this," he whispered. "Tell me you hate me."
I turned my face as Cass knelt down in front of Boner and took the Englishman's cock between his lips.
"I hate you," I told Jules. "I hate this."
"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was gravelly with lust.
“No," I said. Apparently that was the wrong answer. He slapped my ass again. Harder still.
"Yes," I said pleadingly. "I want you to stop."
I didn't want him to stop, not for a moment. If this was his game, I was here to play it.
"Beg me," he insisted.
I blinked away real tears and looked back at him. "Please. Please stop."
The grin he gave me was brutal, as brutal as the pounding he was giving my pussy.
He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm not going to fucking stop. You deserve this. You deserve everything I give you. You're a fucking whore. You should be on your fucking knees all day. Like the bitch whore you are."
I moaned again. His dirty talk was driving me towards a third orgasm.
"Please," I said again, this time begging him to keep going. To fuck me hard so I could come again.
Still holding my wrist with one hand, he grabbed a fistful of hair in the other, dragging my head back and driving harder into me.
"The first time I saw you, I knew you were a slut," he said harshly. "Is there anyone you wouldn't spread your legs for?"
"Yes," I cried out. "I wouldn't spread them for you."
He barked a vicious laugh and pounded into me until I came for a third time, harder and higher than the last two. Screaming out his name until my throat was raw.
He slammed into me a couple more times before, letting out a roar of his own and coming inside me. The salt of his cum stung my skin, reminding me I was alive.
When he finally released my hair, I flopped down, pressing my cheek against the couch cushion and trying to clear my mind.
While I panted, Boner came, Cass stroking his cock with his lips and tongue.
Jules sagged down over me and gathered me up in his arms like an apology. "Are you okay?" he said in my ear, so only I could hear.
"Better than okay," I assured him. "It was perfect."
"Does Archer have a bath that doesn't have acid?" he asked, although he knew the answer. He'd been living here for the last six months, along with the rest of us. After the attack, we hadn't talked about it; we just hadn't left.
I laughed softly. "As a matter of fact…"
Just as well. I could do with one right now.